"The most enduring memories of growing up around my Nonna revolve around two places: her basement kitchen and backyard garden. To count the amount of meals she prepared for me (and anyone who walked through the door!) would be impossible. I'll never be able to make that up to her, but I know I'll never have to. Recently, for the first time in my life, we were able to welcome Nonna into our home, cook a meal for her and show her our garden. In a backyard full of family (and tomatoes) she gave me the official stamp of approval, "Grazie Malle!"
Greg
Hamilton, Ontario